One evening I had gone to WD's school. At the time few children were doing math problems with their teacher and with the others I did a little English reading from story books.
I sat with one girl, 6 years old. Barely knows a few words in English. The book we had, had a lot of pictures...it was a book about a family...mother, father, children how they help around the house, etc..etc.
So we came to a page where the mother puts a band aid on the child's knee cause he was hurt. Looking at the picture, I asked her what is happening in the picture. She didn't answer. I explained what had happened in the picture. I tried to link it to her...
"Jab aapko chot lagti hai....tab mummy kya karti hai? Kuch lagati hai chot par?"
She looks at the picture, she looks at me and says, "Jab mujhe chot lagti hai, mummy mujhe marti hai."
4 comments:
Sounds a lot like my mummy!
Apart, nothing can be worse than living through a neglected childhood.
Happy you noticed and blog!
hi.im new to your blog.
but its interesting.you have a love for kids which shows. :-)
kind of love ..!! one gets conditioned not to get hurt ..!! hehe
and it hurts...
and they say it like just anything...
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